[Fill] Suck it up, Cheerleader (5/?)
anonymous
October 14 2015, 17:42:52 UTC
Chapter 2
Miranda had first regained consciousness strapped into a milking station, to the sound of Kelly sobbing and screaming in pain and frustration. Head fuzzy, breasts on fire, it had taken her some time to attract Kelly's attention. The relief on her face was a heavy burden to shoulder, but one that she was prepared to carry. They had already been there three days, and Miranda had been unconscious for all of it. Kelly had been awake and terrified as they strapped her into the milking station for the first time, to face on her own the horror of the suction cups with their needle-claws, the violation by the dildo and an unrelenting series of painful injections administered by a rough, silent batarian.
Miranda had tried to activate her biotics, then, and repeatedly as her ordeal continued, but could summon no more than a ghostly, useless firefly. They had done something to her while she was out. Her abilities were blocked, somehow. She had to fight down panic to remain calm in front of Kelly.
Now, before each of her sessions, they positioned her to watch them manhandling Jack, strapping her thin limbs down, hooking up the suction cups and the tight pumping sleeve that forced her small breasts into stiff peaks. She saw Brains filling large syringes, which he emptied into Jack's veins.
All of this must have happened to her, too, although thankfully she had been unconscious. To see it happening to Jack was more that she could bear. She cried so much her tears dried up. In a perverse way, it made it easier to deal with her own painfully sore breasts, she had something else to focus on.
She watched as Brains poked a feeding tube down Jack's throat, strapping it in place over her mouth. He unloaded a bag of brown mush into her stomach each time. Before guiding the dildo into her hole, he would feed a catheter into her, and position an enema tube in her rear end.
It hadn't occurred to Miranda to wonder, before, what had been done about her basic needs while she had been unconscious. Now she knew. She felt the burning need to pee, watching what was happening to Jack. It looked distinctly uncomfortable. Thank god Jack wasn't awake to feel it.
They made her watch all of Jack's conditioning from behind the glass, just before her own sessions. By the third day, she had started to see the difference in Jack's breasts, the extra fullness and more pronounced veins. Then they would wheel Jack out before bringing Miranda in. She gave up shouting and screaming from behind the glass, it was clear that she couldn't be heard. And Happy threatened to poke her with his stick if she carried on. Meanwhile her own ordeal continued, the pressure in her breasts growing even greater, her nights ravaged by torrid dreams that left her bedding sticky.
She had no idea what purpose keeping them so horny served, or how they did it. It was damned annoying.
Miranda had first regained consciousness strapped into a milking station, to the sound of Kelly sobbing and screaming in pain and frustration. Head fuzzy, breasts on fire, it had taken her some time to attract Kelly's attention. The relief on her face was a heavy burden to shoulder, but one that she was prepared to carry. They had already been there three days, and Miranda had been unconscious for all of it. Kelly had been awake and terrified as they strapped her into the milking station for the first time, to face on her own the horror of the suction cups with their needle-claws, the violation by the dildo and an unrelenting series of painful injections administered by a rough, silent batarian.
Miranda had tried to activate her biotics, then, and repeatedly as her ordeal continued, but could summon no more than a ghostly, useless firefly. They had done something to her while she was out. Her abilities were blocked, somehow. She had to fight down panic to remain calm in front of Kelly.
Now, before each of her sessions, they positioned her to watch them manhandling Jack, strapping her thin limbs down, hooking up the suction cups and the tight pumping sleeve that forced her small breasts into stiff peaks. She saw Brains filling large syringes, which he emptied into Jack's veins.
All of this must have happened to her, too, although thankfully she had been unconscious. To see it happening to Jack was more that she could bear. She cried so much her tears dried up. In a perverse way, it made it easier to deal with her own painfully sore breasts, she had something else to focus on.
She watched as Brains poked a feeding tube down Jack's throat, strapping it in place over her mouth. He unloaded a bag of brown mush into her stomach each time. Before guiding the dildo into her hole, he would feed a catheter into her, and position an enema tube in her rear end.
It hadn't occurred to Miranda to wonder, before, what had been done about her basic needs while she had been unconscious. Now she knew. She felt the burning need to pee, watching what was happening to Jack. It looked distinctly uncomfortable. Thank god Jack wasn't awake to feel it.
They made her watch all of Jack's conditioning from behind the glass, just before her own sessions. By the third day, she had started to see the difference in Jack's breasts, the extra fullness and more pronounced veins. Then they would wheel Jack out before bringing Miranda in. She gave up shouting and screaming from behind the glass, it was clear that she couldn't be heard. And Happy threatened to poke her with his stick if she carried on. Meanwhile her own ordeal continued, the pressure in her breasts growing even greater, her nights ravaged by torrid dreams that left her bedding sticky.
She had no idea what purpose keeping them so horny served, or how they did it. It was damned annoying.
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